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But first, Kade.
So I do the only thing I can. I start pressing the buzzer for each apartment from the highest number down and hope for the best.
No one answers the first two apartments, and when I think about how early it might be, I can’t say I blame them. I didn’t get a look at the clock before I snuck out of Aden’s apartment, but with the streets mostly empty of cars and people, it has to be early.
Maybe not even eight yet.
No one seems to be awake because no one answers.
But eventually, someone does. A sleepy-sounding woman who sounds closer to middle-age than in her twenties or thirties. Too old for her to be Kade’s girlfriend.
“Yes. Who is it?” she grumbles.
Ifhe has a girlfriend.
But it could just be a husky-sounding woman he met after he left the bar?
Itisearly, after all.
I hesitate before speaking. No. There was no way he was going to meet a woman after the bar. Not covered in blood and with his wolf in his eyes.
“Sorry, wrong number,” I say, and wait for her to hang up so I can try the next apartment.
She hangs up with a muffled curse, and I go right back to buzzing apartments.
No one answers.
I’m about to repeat the process, guessing that Kade lives in one of the first apartments I tried but is still sleeping, when, through the glass door, I spot a guy in a gray short-sleeved shirt and pants, a black radio in his hand, stalking toward me.
Security.
Shit.
Of course, a fancy glass and steel apartment like this would have security. I know exactly who had to have called him and told him about me: the only person to answer the buzzer.
The closer he approaches, the faster I stab at the keypad, mentally screaming at Kade to wake up from the whiskey hangover he must be having.
He’s pressing a silver button beside the glass door when I start backing up as the door swings open.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“I’m here to see someone.”
His eyes narrow. “Who?”
I dart a glance at the small round speaker just below the keypad. “Kade.”
“What apartment number?”
I don’t have an answer for him, so I back up a little more in case he tries to grab me.
“I asked you a question, what—”
“Who the fuck is calling?” The husky growl that emerges from the speaker is a voice I’ve never heard before, but I know it as if I’d heard it a thousand times.
Kade.
I clear my throat. “Kade? It’s… um, it’s Saige from—”
